the blue muse

together.

there’s a branch for you, too.

throwing rays of hope and arbitrary beauty
across the landscape of sunset

onto the lawn of autumn with
its hidden roots of winter
fighting hard to dig down deep

and all that color clinging to branches
far too tired to hold you

the sun glinted off his shoulder as he marched on without her,
tall and straight and weathered, the way a diamond will catch the light
and throw a tiny moon onto the ceiling as you put away the dishes,
and in that one brief second, her breath caught in her throat.
it all made her think, quite suddenly, that surely, none of this

is ordinary

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Last night I sat outside for the first time in weeks.

Oh, how I have missed the sky.

I think (though I am afraid to say it out loud) that my cold is starting to fade a bit, and either way, I have no more time to lounge on the couch. I forced myself to do just that all weekend, reading and watching movies and exclaiming out loud about the decline of quality television.

Then again, perhaps that phrase is an oxymoron.

I did make it outside on Saturday night to get a peek at the moon, which was most definitely worth the effort it took to get up off the couch.

I cannot believe it is October, it seemed that September went by in a blink. It has been a very cool autumn already, and the leaves are changing, apples are ripening, pumpkins are popping up everywhere.

There is a giant pile of wood in the driveway just now, waiting to be stacked. This is a chore only made bearable by picturing the fires I will sit before all winter.

There are two November shows to get ready for, which makes me think about the holidays.

There is work to do in the garden, putting it to bed for the winter.

I’m not ready to do that just yet, but soon, very soon.

Until then, I’ll make sure to enjoy the evening light, the changing palette, the crisp smells of the season that always seems too short.

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head in a fog

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the cold that I have been hanging out with as of late
has dug its heels in a little deeper

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but I have love in a mist in my garden, so there’s that

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wishing you a weekend filled with love

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I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, and this is what I saw.

At least this is as close as I could come to replicating the vision in my mind.

In general, I don’t really believe in signs,

but if this is one, it’s most definitely pointing me

in the right direction.

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I would gladly be a turkey vulture for a day

if I could soar through a sky like this.

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It has been too chilly to have the windows open that past few days, and I sit here working in my studio taking note of the quiet.

No fans whirring, no birds singing, no NPR informing, no music dancing. Silence.

Outside my window, colors are changing, wildlife is scrambling, life is cycling.

Soon, morning tea will be an inside activity, socks will be part of my daily uniform, green will be replaced by bronze and orange and gold.

I feel unhurried, watching it all unfold. There’s no rush, no need to fill the air with sound, no need to move closer to winter just yet.

Soon, yes.

Today, I pull the silence up to my chin like a worn, familiar blanket.

Cozy. Comfortable.

An old friend.

The quiet beauty of a single blossom that refuses to accept summer’s end.

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sun rise, sun set.

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mostly, that’s all i need to know.

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